Ye Shikai yanked the arrow out of his back with force. The arrowhead was triangular, making the wound hard to heal, and blood immediately flowed, soaking into his night-clothes. Not only that, the arrowhead seemed to be coated with some drug that made his muscles go limp so he couldn't exert strength for a short time. Although the drug wasn't fatal and could be purged with Inner Strength, it still required time. Yet at this very moment, Mi Wen stood before him with her sword raised; in less than a tenth of a second, the blade could pierce his chest.
"For someone as noble as you to have to stay in a place like this all day really is making things difficult for you." Ye Shikai suddenly gave up resisting and leaned against the wall, panting as he cleared the drug from his system.
